The musical buzz of a Green-tailed Towhee darted out from limber pines along the Drinking Horse
Trail this morning. On an unusually cool day for late July, I was enjoying the fresh breeze and late
summer flowers when I heard him. I hung out in the shade for 5 minutes or so while I watched him in his
plumage that reflected the coloring of his surroundings--olive green and gray with a russet cap--while
he hopped among shining green needles and then up to the top of the ropey, bare silver branches
of an old veteran limber pine. Puffy clouds floated by above us across a cornflower blue sky.

This is the first summer I have ever seen one, let alone the 3 or 4 on Drinking Horse Mountain and it added to the pleasure of a hiking/birding excursion that began with a Lazuli Bunting singing from a power line
as I parked my car in the parking lot.

I had taken this particular hike to check on the noxious weed situation since the herd of 400 or so goats
had been through chomping on leafy spurge and other invasive species a few weeks earlier. I also
wished to know what wild flowers might be left. I was not disappointed! Yarrow, flax, harebells, bergamot,
sticky geranium, scarlet gaura, blanket flowers and fleabane decorated hillsides and edges of the path.
The goats will return for a second go around later this season to feast on more weeds or the ones that
are beginning to grow back.

From my view on the  hillside of the valley, everything looked as though ripening into summer--beginning to head out, some hay fields still showing windrows, some in bales scattered across the hills.

Other birds I  noted this morning were: Black-capped Chickadee, Tree Swallow, Gray Catbird,
Western Wood Peewee, Dusky Flycatcher, Yellow Warbler.

Hike to "Frog" Rock
Middle Cottonwood Creek Trail
85 degrees F. and clear with light breeze

I hopped over Middle Cottonwood Creek twice - once keeping my feet dry and the second time stepping into a pool of cold,  clear mountain water, deep enough to seep into my boots. Just enough water to
dampen my wool socks. Once on my favorite meditating spot--a granitic bedrock slab of gneiss--I removed my boots and rolled of my socks. I love the feel of polished stream bed gneiss under my bare feet.

No sooner had I placed my damp socks in the sun than two iridescent pale blue butterflies landed
on them and began sipping sweat and stream moisture from the wool fibers. Meanwhile, butterflies
in black, yellow and speckles flew across the rushing snow melt as it raced toward the far away sea,
weaving patterns with dragon flies and reflections off the water on boulders and lush foliage.

The undersides of wild maples, dogwoods, grasses and wildflowers shimmered in the reflected light,
while I sipped the sound of tumbling creek and a pair of American Dippers flew up stream. Above
me Swainson's Thrushes and Warbling Vireos filled conifers with song.  A flock of pale yellow butterflies
gathered beside the stream, reminding me of their gathering a year ago on the day my mother passed
on. My daughter and I had been hiking when the call came "your Mother passed." My mother had
always said that when she passed on she wished to come back as a butterfly so she could give
everyone butterfly kisses. Has she kissed me since she left?

Just as I was about to gather up my sock fountain for butterflies, one of the Dippers flew right
by me on a downstream trip and did his little dance for a moment before diving into the rushing
water for an insect morsel.

On my way back down the path toward the trail head, a hummingbird hovered along in the bushes
beside me!

The birds I saw or heard today were: Hummingbird (perhaps Calliope), Swainson's Thrush,  Warbling Vireo, Dark-eyed Junco, Ruby-Crowned Kinglet and  American Dipper.

Autumnal Equinox
A glimpse
Beneath the shroud of clouds
first snow on peaks
Through rain the season changes

In the fullness of the Harvest moon
inside me, turning
straining at my branches
as the quakies shimmer
silver green to gold,
I would speak of my mother,
a daughter now alone
harvesting her words,
ripening, longing
for another
conversation

Four days at Walking Lightly Ranch on a Writing Retreat with Laura Munson and 11 other muses from around the country and I'm walking on air.For the call of Sandhill Cranes, pattern of rain drops on the lake, scent of lush garden, food prepared with love and inspiration, lush garden of scent and seed, yoga with Arlisa, time to learn how to connect with horses with Bobbi and being guided into deeper insights with my writing by Laura, I am most deeply grateful. Four days that were a balm for me two months after my mother's passing. Four days that provide a platform for intention and inspiration in my writing.

Spring Again

Wow - months since I've posted. The seasons turned and turned again. I'm rediscovering
wildflower friends as they ease of snow that is reluctant to loose its grasp on the mountains.
I've discovered fairly slippers on a trail where I thought they didn't grow - or at least grow
within my sight. I've met some young fishermen catching some nice trout in a few quiet pockets in the streams filled with snow melt. I've been to Scotland for Nature Connection, Spiritual
Well being and Cultural Repair with Jon Young.

And now my goal will be this summer to help connect more young people with Nature while
I continue writing about why wilderness and wild places are so important.

I'll be adding more pictures soon and getting back to posting again.

#Wordless Wednesday

#Wordless Wednesday